The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Stabilize the formation! The elves are here to help us!" Lance noticed the army of elves coming from behind and quickly spoke to boost morale. Although the well-trained rapid infantry can still maintain high morale in desperate situations, they are full of hope. Incentives can make them a little fanatical.

"Kill!" The rapid infantry waved their weapons crazily, and the tower shields were playing tricks in their hands like bricks, smashing or bumping them! The shield was blurred with flesh and blood, and most of the elite infantrymen in the front had lost their rifles. In the high-intensity fighting just now, countless rifles were broken. Now they are struggling to wave their durable maces in search of the orcs. With a sound like a cracking melon, half-orcs were surrounded, killed, and dismembered by the fanatical infantrymen at every moment...

"kill!"

"Ding Dong!"

"boom!"

On the noisy battlefield, the neatly arranged rapids infantry were like an endless stream, hitting the orc army again and again.

"After this battle, the Swift Infantrymen will probably be disabled..." Roland sighed regretfully. He was feeling sad for the lives lost under his command...the green armored men lying on the ground. The corpse deeply hurt Roland's heart!

Close, close, the Knights of Holy Glory were less than a kilometer away from the orc army. The sound of heavy horse hooves could be heard faintly, and they felt the vibration of the ground. Countless orcs looked around in panic.

"For the glory of the knight! In the name of King Lagrand! Charge!" Roland raised the lance in his hand.

Rays of light flashed across the bodies of the knights, glory, mercy... a series of status skills were added to themselves by the knights, and the knights launched charging skills with boundless anger!

A Lagrand knight riding a three-layer armored Charles war horse leaned down on the war horse. The Lagrand knight's plate armor made of fine steel shone dazzlingly in the snow light, and his left hand was stretched straight The battle energy entwining on the knight's large shield brings a sufficient sense of security! The lance held high in his right hand flashed with cold light, and a one-meter-long spear gleam emerged from the six-edged threaded tip of the lance. Accompanied by the galloping horse's hooves, the war flames on the tip of the lance tore at the passing cold wind wantonly. . The dragon-emblem cloaks behind the knights were buzzing, and the bloody cloaks seemed to herald the coming of death...

"Knights..." The orcs screamed in horror like a frightened woman. The sound could shatter armor.

"Boom~" The iron hooves easily overwhelmed the orcs who were trying to resist. How could the orcs, who hurriedly gathered into a thin formation under the command of each orc commander, stop the charge of the formed knights?

Not every unit is called a rushing infantry!

Roland casually threw away the two corpses hanging from the gun. The still warm corpses quickly cooled down. Roland raised his head and looked around as if looking for something.

"Knights of Holy Glory, listen to the order! Turn to the left! Target the pale Orc! Kill!" Roland's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw the pale Orc king riding on a white wolf in the distance still trying to stop the coalition forces from resisting!

"It's up to you to make up for this loss!" Roland said viciously.

As long as Azog is killed and the 100 heavy cavalry are obtained, this operation will not be considered a loss, because if the heavy cavalry is properly cultivated, it should be able to add more than ten knights to Roland. This is good for Roland who currently has no regular source of knight training. With fatal attraction, the number of Knights of Holy Glory is too embarrassing. It can barely meet the minimum standard of the number of knights. Once more than two knights unfortunately die...Roland's biggest trump card, the Knights of Holy Glory, will be directly eliminated. It was useless, so Roland now urgently needed to increase the number of his knights.

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"Catch them! Bite them! Don't let them form another formation!" Eovia shouted.

"Boom!" A shower of arrows attracted Eovia's attention. Eovia, who had a keen sense, clearly discovered that it was shot by the elf's bow and arrow. At this time, the star elf army had no strength to fire again. With their bows drawn, just look at the bloody fingers of the rangers and archers and you will know to what extent they have exhausted their physical strength.

Maintaining contact with the orcs was the best they could do. Countless elf rangers and elf archers waved their trembling arms, and exquisite daggers and scimitars flew up and down, taking away the lives of the orcs one after another. …

Only then did Eovia realize that the shooting elf was actually a prairie elf led by Verve. A nimble prairie elf ranger kept firing his bow while running and jumping, killing one after another, who was about to be attacked by the orcs. The elves and humans were saved.

"Elf King? Where are you from?" Eovia felt the familiar origin of Verve. The pressure from the sixth-level stalker made Eovia mistakenly think that Verve was from another elf kingdom. Elf King. (Although elves have long lifespans, there are few top-level experts in the clan, but the combat power of mid-level professionals is extremely huge. Usually in an elven kingdom, there are only kings, priests and a few elders who are at the sixth level. This number is slightly lower than that of dwarves. Far less than humans.)

"Hello, Your Excellency, Star Elf King, I am a prairie elf, not a king. The crown of thorns on my head is just for decoration." Verway knew that Eovia had misunderstood him, and looked at the man who also wore the crown of thorns. Eovia, Verway smiled and explained.

"Uh... Prairie Elf? Sorry!" Iovia quickly apologized knowing that he had made a mistake. No one knows the past of the Prairie Elf better than him. Some of these remnants of the Kingdom of Gondolin chose to wander in the wasteland after the kingdom was destroyed. Since then, I have lost the protection of the magic well...

"It's okay, we've long been used to it." Verve said calmly, and smoothly chopped down an orc who was passing by in a panic.

"Why are you here?" Eovia asked curiously. The grassland elves' instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil is simply famous among the elves. Otherwise, these elves with a serious loss of power would have perished in history. Then They can now live a relatively nourishing life with tribes scattered in the wilderness.

"You just happened to get me here." Verve explained as he was chopping people, and he sighed and avoided the spinning axe.

"I'm sorry..." Eovia instantly understood what was going on. The sentimental family wandered here just in time for the war and was forced to stay here.

"You can choose to leave before this battle..." Iovia said.

"I promised King Roland that I would participate in this war, and he would help us build a country where prairie elves live." There was a look of expectation in Verve's eyes.

Eovia couldn't help but feel sad. Does the great and noble branch of the elves now need human help to even found a country? The bitterness instantly entangled Eovia. He clearly felt that the era of human dominance in Middle-earth was coming...

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"Azog! Die!" Roland roared and led the Holy Glory Knights towards Azog. He had already discarded the lance in his hand, and the sharp dragon-slaying sword was surging with war energy like a dragon entwining itself.

"In the name of King Lagrand! Slash!" Roland roared and dropped the dragon-slaying sword he held high.